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J^OFHJ^ 


or  the  Use  of  English  Lutheran 
Missions. 


Mfe 


BY  ORDER  OF 


ivangelical  Xutberan  Conference 


OF 


ARKANSAS  AND  TENNESSEE. 


1891 


1b\mins. 


L.  M. 

i   All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice; 
Him  serve  with  mirth,  His  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  Him  and  rejoice. 

2  Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  indeed  ; 

Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make  : 
We  are  his  flock,  He  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  His  sheep  He  doth  us  take. 

3  O  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise, 

Approach  with  joy  His  courts  unto  : 
Praise,  laud,  and  bless  His  name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

4  For  why  ?  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 

His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  ; 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  acre  to  age  endure. 


!  (14)*  L   M. 

1  Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford, 
Prepare  us  to  receive  Thy  word  ; 
Now  let  Thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above  ; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 

And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  the  sacred  word  apply 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy  ; 
And  may  we,  in  Thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

4  Father,  in  us  Thy  Son  reveal ; 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  Thy  wiil ; 
Thy  saving  power  and  love  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

(H.  B.  of  Eng.  Luth.  Conf.) 


(3)  C.  M 

1  Almighty  God  !  Thy  Word  is  cast 

Like  seed  into  the  ground; 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove  ; 
But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plants  destroy  ; 

But  let  it  yield  a  hundred  fold 

The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

4  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 

Thy  quickening  grace  bestow, 
That  all  whose  souls  the  truth  receive, 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 


(5) 

1  Lord  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ! 
Let  us  each,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 

O  refresh  us, 

Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration 

For  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound. 
May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 
May  Thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  Lo,  when  e'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we,  ready, 

Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 


5  L,.  M. 

i   Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord! 

Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 

All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 

And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 
2  Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good; 

Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus  blood  ; 

Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 

And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

6  L.  M. 

Praise  God,   from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

7  (27)  C.  M. 
i  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  king  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 

8  (59)  C.  M. 
i   Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 

And  did  my  sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3 


3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin  ! 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  His  dear  Cross  appears  ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

9  (82)  C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Loose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Washed  all  my  sins  away  ! 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  loose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  There  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue. 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

6  Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared 

(Unworthy  though  I  be) 
For  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me  ! 

7  'Tis  strung  and  tuned  lor  endless  years. 

And  formed  by  power  divine 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  thine. 


10  (84)  CM. 

1  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
O  may  His  love  (immortal  flame!) 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  ! 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ! 
Immagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  His  radiant  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  on  earth  to  bleed  and  die ! 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  Thee, 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say 

"The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

5  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  Thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

11  (92)  L.  M. 

1  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives ! 

What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives  ! 
He  lives,  He  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever-living  Head. 

2  He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives  eternally  to  save, 

He  lives  all  glorious  in  the  sky, 
He  lives  exalted  there  on  high. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  His  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  His  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

5  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears, 
He  lives  to  wipe  away  my  tears, 

5 


He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives,  all  blessings  to  impart. 

6  He  lives,  my  kind,  wise,  heavenly  friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end, 

He  lives,  and  while  He  lives,  I'll  sing, 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

7  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 
He  lives  my  mansions  to  prepare  ; 
He  lives,  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

8  He  lives,  all  glory  to  His  name ! 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same  ; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives! 

12  (no)  L.  M. 
i   Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise  : 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith  ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

4  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  on  every  part, 
And  Dew-create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  therefore,  in  our  hearts  ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Thee. 

13  (135) 

I   A  mighty  Fortress  is  our  God, 
A  trusty  shield  and  weapon  ; 
He  helps  us  free  from  every  need 
That  hath  us  now  o'ertaken 


The  old  evil  foe 
Now  means  deadly  woe ; 
Deep  guile  and  great  might 
Are  his  dread  arms  in  fight, 
On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

2  With  might  of  ours  can  naught  be  done, 

Soon  were  our  loss  effected  ; 
But  for  us  fights  the  Valiant  One, 

Whom  God  Himself  elected. 
Ask  ye,  who  is  this? 
Jesus  Christ  it  is, 
Of  Sabbath  Lord, 
And  there's  none  other  God, 
He  holds  the  field  forever. 

3  Though  devils  all  the  world  should  fill, 

All  eager  to  devour  us, 
We  tremble  not,  we  fear  no  ill, 

They  shall  not  overpower  us. 
This  world's  prince  may  still 
Scowl  fierce  as  he  will, 
He  can  harm  us  none, 
He's  judged,  the  deed  is  done  ; 
One  little  word  can  fell  him. 

4  The  word  they  still  shall  let  remain 

And  not  a  thank  have  for  it; 
He's  by  our  side  upon  the  plain 

With  His  good  gift  and  spirit 
And  take  they  our  life, 
Goods,  fame,   child  and  wife, 
Let  these  all  be  gone, 
They  yet  have  nothing  won  ; 

The  kingdom  ours  remaineth. 

14  (139)  C.   M. 

1  Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  His  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

Let  saints  adore  the  name  ; 
They  trust  their  whole  sdvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 


3.  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 
Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood  ; 
Yet  must  this  building  rise  : 
'Tis  Thine' own  work,  Almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

16  (144)  7,  6. 

i   From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Africa's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 
Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  Isle; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases 

And  only  man  is  vile, 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down   to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Mesiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  lamb  f  ;r  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


16  (147.)  L-  M. 

1  Here,  in  Thy  name,  eternal  God, 

We  build  this  earthly  house  for  Thee  ; 

0  choose  it  for  Thy  fixed  abode, 
And  keep  it  from  all  error  free. 

2  Here,  when  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  Thou  in  heaven,  Thy  dwelling  place, 
And  when  Thou  hearest,  Lord,  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  Thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  Thy  Son, 
Still  by  the  power  of  His  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart ; 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  Thy  throne. 

17  (151)  S.   M. 

1  I  love  Thy  Zion,  Lord, 

The  house  of  Thine  abode  ; 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  Thy  church,  O  God! 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 

And  graven  on  Thy  land. 

3  Should  I  with  scoffers  join 

Her  alters  to  abuse  ? 
No  !  better  far  my  tongue  were  dumb, 
My  hand  its  skill  should  loose. 

4  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall  ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

5  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Here  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 
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6  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  Our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

7  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

18  (190)  7*. 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King  ; 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  — 
Lord  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  Thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my   conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest ! 
Talce  possession  of  my  breast; 

There  Thy  blood  bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end, 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

19  (194)  L.  M. 
1   Hasten,  O  sinners,  to  be  wise, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 


2  O  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Before  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  O  sinner  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

(205)  C.   M. 

1  Approach,  my  soul,  thy  mercy  seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  satan  sorely  pressed 
By  wars  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  Thou  hast  died. 

5  O  wondrous  Love,  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  Cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners  such  as  I 

Might  plead  Thy  gracious  name ! 

(214)  L.   M. 

1  Just  as  I  am  without  one  plea, 

But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidst  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come!  I  come! 


2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 

To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spo' 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 

With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind; 

Light,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  ad  I  need  in  Thee  to  find, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come!  I  come  ! 

5  Ju^t  as  I  am;  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe ; 
O  Lamb  of  God,   I  come !  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am ;  Thy  love  unknown 

Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 


(220)  7$. 

i   Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  Thy  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling  ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die! 


While  I  chaw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  world's  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ! 

(222)  C     M, 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David  Lord  did  call ; 
The  God  incarnate,  man  divine  ; 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
Ye  gentle  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And. crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
O,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  His  feet  may  fall ; 
Will  join  the  everlasting  song, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

(260)  S.    M. 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise, 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 

To  draw  Thee  from  the  skies. 
O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 
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3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down ; 
Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  receive  the  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  His  divine  abode. 


25  (334) 

i   When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
*    My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view  I  lost 
On  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

2  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

3  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

4  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  Thy  Avorks  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 

Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 
5.   Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise; 
But  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise. 

28  (338)  S.   M. 

1  Beloved,   "It  is  well!" 

God's  ways  are  always  right ; 

And  perfect  love  is  o'er  them  all, 

Though  far  above  our  sight. 

2  Beloved,  "It  is  well!" 

Though  deep  and  sore  the  smart, 
The  hand  that  wounds  knows  how  to  bind 
And  heal   the  broken  heart. 


3  Beloved,   "It  is  well!" 

Though  sorrow  clouds  our  way, 
'Twill  only  make  the  joy  more  dear 
That  ushers  in  the  day. 

4  Beloved,   "It  is  well!" 

The  path  that  Jesus  trod, 
Though  rough  and  straight  and  dark  it  be, 
Leads  home  to  heaven  and  God. 

27  (357) 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

2  Though,  like  the  wanderer 
The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 
Steps  unto  heaven  ; 

All  that  Thou  sendest  me 
In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  Thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 
Cleaving  the  sky, 

Sun,  moon  and  stars  forgot, 
Upwards  I  fly  ; 


Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee. 


28  (369)  S.  M. 

1  And  must  this  body  die, 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies, 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  all  my  dust, 
Till  He  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  the  grace  below, 
And  sing  His  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these,  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

29  (370)  L.  M. 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep, 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting  1 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be ; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 
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30  (377)  8.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  I  live  to  Thee, 

The  lovliest  and  best ! 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me 
In  Thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus !  I  die  to  Thee, 

"Whenever  death  shall  come ; 
To  die  in  Thee  is  life  to  me, 
In  my  eternal  home. 

3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 

I  know  not  which  is  best ; 
To  live  in  Thee  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

4  Living  or  dying,  Lord, 

I  ask  but  to  be  Thine ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
Make  heaven  forever  mine. 

31  (380)  L.  M. 

1  Now  lay  me  calmly  in  the  grave, 
This  form,  whereof  no  doubt  we  have 
That  it  shall  rise  again  that  day, 

In  glorious  triumph  o'er  decay. 

2  And  so  to  earth  again  we  trust 

What  came  from  dust  and  turns  to  dust, 
And  from  the  dust  shall  surely  rise, 
When  the  last  trumpet  fills  the  skies. 

3  This  soul  forever  lives  in  God, 
Whose  grace  his  pardon  hath  bestowed, 
Who  through  His  Son  redeemed  him  here 
From  bondage  unto  sin  and  fear. 

His  trials  and  his  griefs  are  past, 
A  blessed  end  is  his  at  last ; 
He  bore  Christ's  yoke  and  did  His  will 
And  though  he  died,  he  liveth  still. 

5  He  lives  where  none  do  mourn  and  weep, 
And  calmly  shall  his  body  sleep, 
Till  God  shall  death  Himself  destroy, 
And  raise  it  into  glorious  joy. 
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6  lie  suffered  pain  and  grief  below, 
Christ  heals  him  now  from  all  his  woe ; 
For  him  hath  endless  joy  began  ; 

He  shines  in  glory  like  the  sun. 

7  Then  let  us  leave  him  to  his  rest, 
And  homeward  turn,  for  he  is  blest, 
And  we  must  well  our  souls  prepare, 
For  death  may  seize  us  everywhere. 

8  So  help  us  Christ,  our  hope  in  loss  ! 
Thou  hast  redeemed  us  by  Thy  cross 
From  endless  death  and  misery ; 

We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  Thee ! 

3'A  (391)  C.  M 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  Thv  courts  ascend, 
Where  evermore  the  angels  sing, 
Where  Sabbaths  have  no  end? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  from  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Wiil  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee, 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  Thy  joys  shall  see. 


